Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.